Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage - Chapter 178 Alchemy Books

Four years ago, she was an abandoned heiress casually thrown away by her family.Four years later, she became a big shot with countless honors and huge power.When she returned to her country with her babies, a man was already waiting for her at the airport, “You disappeared for four years after giving birth to my child. I will never let you run away again.”……Her triplet babies are extremely talented.Eldest, “Who dare bully our mommy? I'll hack their information and broadcast their scandals globally!”Second, “I'll make a call to immediately impose a restraining order and freeze their assets!”Youngest smiled at his two brothers, “Brothers, no need to bother! I just mention our daddy's name, and they've come to the building begging for forgiveness.”

Warning: Many, like way many lemons and smuts. C'mon guys, you know it's gonna be a good one there's no need to read the synopsis and everything down here, but for context, you can go on but the potential is the first ten chapters, it won't hurt to give it a go, just try it and then thank me later, oh, I will be the one to thank you I guess. See you on the other side.Let's gooooInfinity Money and Endless Smut, lemons. Only the good goode things...___Peter Carter is a 16-year-old orphaned virgin nerd who gets bullied daily at Lincoln High. His escort mother died at birth, he lives with his nurse mom and twin sisters, and his biggest achievement is surviving lunch without getting his ass kicked by quarterback Jack Morrison.___Human! That's what I fucking was. Me and Tommy were bottom-tier NPCs in everyone else's highlight reel. All I did was study and jack off to porn, fantasizing about women I'd never touch—Madison Torres, Mrs. Rodriguez, Sofia Delgado. They existed in a universe where I didn't even register as human.But then everything changed.[DING! You have Awakened the Dark Lord Seduction System!]A system born from the sexual frustration of hundreds of thousands if not billions of women worldwide, my mission was clear: liberate sexually neglected wives, daughters, unsatisfied hot students, my gym instructor, CEOs, frustrated teachers, and touch-starved women while earning System Points that convert to real money (1 SP = $100).[DING! Abilities gained: Magical Fingers, enhanced stats, master-level skills...... Advanced Knowledge downloaded: Master Driving, Massage God, Advanced IT...]The system transformed me from school punching bag to irresistible seductive Dark Lord. Every intimate milestone earns SP—from first kisses to full encounters, cucking husbands saving their neglected wives, widows, wives and mistresses of billionaires while walking on the tight edge of seduction and eventual death if I got discovered by these rich guys I was helping satisfy the wives they'd neglected.Now I'm living a double life: shy nerd by day, dominant seducer by night, making bank while giving desperate women what they've been missing.From bottom-tier loser to supernatural playboy. I turn these neglected women into my women, mine alone as we unleash our hidden desires and forbidden intimacies.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”